Remember Jerome? I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot about him. The poor guy was last spotted in early December and then quickly disappeared under all the snow. At the rate this spring has been going we didn't know if we'd see him before May.
It rained last night and it was so weird to hear rain it kept me up for an hour after I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I finally hauled my butt out of bed this morning (after hitting the snooze alarm eleventy times) I looked out into the backyard and saw patches of grass. When I look out the front window, I saw a bit more grass but something far better.
I imagine Jerome muttering and swearing at the snow in French but then I always imagine him muttering and swearing in French. I don't think he approves of Canadian winters. It is entirely possible he is thankful that the early piles of snow prevented us from plopping at Santa hat on his head at Christmas.
His view is still rather obscured by mounds of dirty snow but I feel like he'll be back to glaring at the dogs that pee on our lawn in no time.